Sheng Miao held the gun and looked at him, then suddenly laughed again, "Shiche, do you know? In the past, when you called me Miaomiao, I would feel very happy, thinking that you really cared about me. But I later realized that you calling me by that seemingly intimate nickname meant nothing to you, because no matter how you addressed me, it was all the same; you never loved me, did you?"
Mo Shiche spoke indifferently, "Some things I have already made very clear before, and besides, is it really me whom you love?"
"How do you know I don't love you?" Sheng Miao smiled, "Shiche, these days, I've really missed you."
"Where is my daughter?"
"Do you want her to live?"
He didn't hesitate, his tone left no room for doubt, "She must live."
"Then I'll let you see her."
